From Bob@ucla.edu Fri Nov 29 23:47:43 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Beverly Hills 90210 (MF, MF, MMF, MM)
From: Bob <Bob@ucla.edu>
Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 20:47:43 -0800
CC: news.ucsd.edu

Mrs. Walsh opened the door and was shocked and very
happy to see her daughter's boyfriend.  Brenda was out,
but she invited him in any way.  Always happy to see his
young handsome face around the house, she brought him into
the kitchen and began talking to him, neglecting to
mention Brenda was probably gone for the afternoon.  So
was her husband and son.  All were off doing other things,
leaving poor Mrs. Walsh home alone to fend for herself. 
She had been doing just that too.  She had been doing
luandry when she accidently bumped against the washing
machine.  Remembering times past, she began masturbating
on the machine in minutes.  Her shorts were around her
ankles, panties askew, fingers working their magic when
the doorbell rang.  
	Reluctantly she climbed off the washing machine,
zipped up and went to the door.  Five minutes later she
was sort of happy she had.  Dylan had jogged over to the
house and he was wearing a tight t-shirt and short thigh
hugging shorts.  Mrs. Walsh had never found his body very
appealing, always wondering what her daughter saw in the
boy, but with a sheen of sweat and a tight pair of
drawers, she could see what got Brenda going.  It was
getting her going too.  Soon she was locked in the dilema
of talking to the boy for hours or finding a way to get
him out the door so she could masturbate about his young
body.  She felt a bit perverted thinking of her daughter's
boyfriend that way, but she had fantasized numerous times
about her son's friends.
	"Mrs. Walsh, I'm really sweaty, is there any chance I
can borrow your shower.  I don't want to stink up your
house."
	Her heart leapt at the thought of the boy naked in
her house.  why shower, she wondered.  She liked the way
he smelled right then and there.  But she also liked the
idea of letting him use the shower though because while
his shower was going, she could entertain herself.  She
led him to Brenda's room, telling him to use her shower. 
She returned to the bathroom with towels, hoping to cathc
him shirtless and he was.  Unlike her husband, his body
was still very firm and almost hairless.  Mrs. Walsh felt
a warmness in her loins and she hurriedly excused herself,
beelining for her room where her shorts and undies fell
and her fingers played their magic.
	After her orgasm she passed by the room, noting that
the shower was not running anymore.  She suddenly realized
the poor boy had no clothes to change into.  Although his
running around naked was a fine idea from her point of
view, a seventeen year old naked would get her in major
trouble.  She grabbed some clothing from her son's room
and knocked on her daughter's door.  There was no answer,
figuring he would have the bathroom door closed, she
opened the door and stepped into the room.  
	He didn't have the bathroom door closed and Mrs.
Walsh saw more of Dylan than she had expected.  He was
standing over the toilet buck naked, his right hand
jacking himself off.  With the door open she could hear
his moaning and the  music coming from Brenda's stereo. 
He had been so into what he was doing, he hadn't heard.
	She stood aghast, mouth open, her free hand dropping
to her still moist crotch.  He was so into what he was
doing, his teeth were bared and he had bent slightly at
the knees, his hand moving more quickly.  The phone rang
and Mrs. Walsh let out a yelp of surprise.  Dylan twisted
suddenly, his hand in midrub, his face registering shock
and shame.  The clothes in her hand fell and she looked
from him to the phone and back again.  Dylan stepped away
from the toilet, his hand still wrapped around his tool. 
On the fourth ring the machine downstairs picked up the
line and the two stood still in silence.
	"I'm sorry, Mrs. Walsh.  I don't know-" he began to
say but she moved forward, crossing into the bathroom and
kneeling down before him.  Pushing his hand aside, Mrs.
Walsh rubbed her hand up the length of his long stiff
penis.  Her lips formed and oh and she tongued the pre-
come, loving the taste.  She hadn't given head since her
husband's birthday five months before but within in
moments she was back at it.
	Dylan groaned his approval and leaned his head back,
loving the sensation of Mrs. Walsh mouth sucking his dick. 
He was so turned on it was unbelievable.  The pit of his
stomach was beginning to hurt as his orgasm neared.  He
couldn't believe his girlfriend's mother was blowing him
or that it was so much better.  Unable to control himself
anymore he warned of his climax but she kept sucking his
dick.  That turned him on more considering her daughter
always pulled away, making him shoot it in the air.  He
pumped his load into her mouth, spraying the back of her
throat.  
	Mrs. Walsh swallowed every drop, knowing it turned
guys on.  She didn't like the taste much but from her
years she had learned guys like to get off in women's
mouthes.  Upon finishing his orgasm, she continued
tweaking his dick, wringing out more come.  She even went
so far as to pull it from her mouth and rub him off more
with her long thin hands, licking off the residual come
for him to see.
	Leaning back on the carpeted floor, Mrs. Walsh undid
her belt and Dylan obiediently dropped between her legs. 
without a word, he pulled her shorts and panties off,
noticing the wetness and thinking the blow job had caused
it.  His mouth went to her bush, slurping at her vertical
smile.  Mrs. Walsh groaned her approval and began playing
with her own breasts as Dylan sucked her pussy.  She
hadn't been eaten out in years and he brought her to
climax quickly and easily a few times.
	By the time Dylan finished eating her out, Mrs.
Walsh's top was off and her bra was askew.  Dylan moved up
her form, stopping to suckle her breasts.  As he did, he
felt. Mrs. Walsh's hands begin jerking his penis.  Five
more minutes and he was again rock hard, dying to fuck
Mrs. Walsh's dripping cunt.
	With a solid shove he was in her and their bodies
were one.  Unlike Brenda, Mrs. Walsh was not a loud fuck
and that left Dylan to do most of the grunting as he
manhandled his long tool deep into her.  Her jerking body
and kneeding hands kept him going, while her long thin
legs, ankles crossed, pushed him on.  He finally came,
depositing his seed in her with one mighty scream.  He
collapsed onto her body, their sweat comingling as they
panted.
	Feeling a bit ashamed, she crawled out from under him
and showered in her own room.  When she stepped out, he
was standing there, offering to towel her off.  Declining
the invitation, she wiped off her body and wrapped the
towel around herself, confusing Dylan with her sudden
bashfulness.  She passed him, mentioning they should get
dressed because Brenda could be home soon.
	She bent to retrieve her shirt and felt his hand pat
her exposed snatch.  Mrs. Walsh unintentionally moaned. 
Straigthening up, she looked back to see him standing
behind her, his hand still between her legs.  With his
free hand he tugged her towel down.  The cool air caused
her nipples to harden more.  Dylan slid to his knees, his
lips kissing her tiny ass.  Still rubbing her moist pussy
with one hand, he used the other to seperate her ass
cheeks, his tongue probing her rear.  Mrs. Walsh groaned
again, loving the sensation.  She hadn't received a rim
job since college.  He tongued her asshole for awhile,
while his fingers tickled her clit.  She came long and
hard.
	Before realizing it, she bent at the waist and
demanded, "Fuck me from behind."
	Dylan was shocked by her language and by the
suggestion.  Standing up, he grasped her thighs and pushed
his hard-on into her slick trench.  She grunted loudly, as
his tool slid into her.  She was so well lubricated that
he quickly found a fast rythm, and their bodies crashed
together.  
	"Wait a second," she demanded, straightening up and
forcing him to bend his knees.  His cock slipped from her
dripping bush, but he held fast to her hips.  Clutching
her, his lips kissing her neck, Mrs. Walsh could feel
Dylan's manhood trapped against her ass cheeks.  It felt
like a thick pulsating pipe.  His hands slid around her
body, roughly squeezing her breasts, while he rubbed
himself against her.  "Let's take this to the bed."
	Releasing her, Dylan followed Mrs. Walsh to the bed. 
They climbed onto the bed together, Dylan's  body draping
over hers.  He guided himself back into her from behind,
Mrs. Walsh moaning her approval.  Kissing her back as he
rocked his pelvis into her, Dylan thought he was going to
spooge any instant.  Brenda had never done it standing up
with him and only once had he spooned her like this. 
Grabbing Mrs. Walsh's thigh, he rocked to his side some
and she followed suit, keeping him in her.  He glanced up
at the floor to ceiling mirror across from the bed.  Mrs.
Walsh's teeth were bared and her body was covered in a
sheen of sweat.  As he thrust and she matched him, her
small breasts jiggled wildly.  
	"Slow down," she commanded, "I don't want you to come
too fast."
	He did as she ordered, slowing to the point that he
was barely moving his prick in her box.  Wrapping his hand
around one of her breasts, he tweaked her nipples, while
kissing her neck and ear.  Soon even that was too much and
Dylan found himself increasing the tempo to the point that
the king size bed shook mightily.  Her moans began to
become audible and he joined, the two keening loudly. 
With a huge grunt, he deposited his third load of that
day.

	Mr. Walsh hated having to pick the girls up from pep
squad.  Especially on Saturday afternoons when he prefered
to be out golfing with his buddies.  But he promised his
wife he would do it, so here he was back after only nine
holes.  It was even more annoying because Brenda was old
enough to drive but due to some recent heavy partying they
had taken her license away - Cindy's decision, not his.
	Waiting in front of the school was Brenda, his
daughter, and her friend Donna.  Mr. Walsh noted that
girls today dressed quite a bit more snuggly than they had
when he was young.  Both of them were wearing form-fitting
tops and very high shorts.  He pulled up to the curb and
Brenda came around to his side, tapping on the window.
	"Hi dad," she said.  "I'm gonna stick around and help
Kelly with a yearbook project, if that's okay."
	"Bren, why didn't you call my cell phone," he
complained.
	"I did, the operator said it was off."
	Mr. Walsh glanced at the phone and noticed it was in
fact unplugged.  "True.  Kelly will drive you home?"
	"Yeah.  Can you take Donna home, though?"
	"Sure," he said reluctantly and his daughter
signalled for her friend to get in the car.  The passenger
door opened and Mr. Walsh caught sight of the young girl's
long muscular leg.  It looked so much smoother and firmer
than Cindy's did.  Like hers had in college.  Donna said
hello and he nodded.  
	"You're the best, dad," Brenda said, kissing his
cheek and rushing away.  He yelled good-bye and she waved
back.
	As they pulled away from the curb, Mr. Walsh decided
to make small talk, even though he knew the girl was not
that quick.   They talked for awhile as he drove, his eyes
roving to her occasionally.  "How was pep squad?"
	"Great, we learned an incrediible new cheer."
	"Really," he answered, unconcerned.
	"It goes like this," Donna said, before breaking into
her routine.  Mr. Walsh noticed all the movment and
glanced over.  "Here I'll do it again cause you weren't
watching," she said.
	Mr. Walsh watched more closely, his eyes transifixed
on the girls firm bosom as it shook wildly.  God, he
wanted to touch them so badly.  Cindy was so small and
this girl was nothing huge but in comparison.  "Look out,
Mr. Walsh!"
	He looked back to the road, having been distracted by
the girl's undulations.  An older couple was crossing a
residential street in front of his car.  He slammed on the
brakes, his right arm flying out instinctively to protect
his occupant.  The car skidded to a halt safely away from
the couple and Donna fell right into his open palm.  She
had taken off her seatbelt to do the cheer.  He glanced
over, pulling his hand back quickly, though not wanting to
release the girl's solid tit.  
	They're implants he thought, as he apologized.  
	"That's okay," Donna said.  She looked at him more
closely as they started moving again.  "You've got strong
hands.  My boyfriend, David, is kind of weak, his hands
are small and soft.  Your's though..."
	She took his hand in hers, her tiny fingers fondling
his palm.  Mr. Walsh felt a sudden rush in his lower
abdomen.  "Very strong hands," she repeated, dropping his
hand onto her smooth thigh.
	"How are you and David," Mr. Walsh asked, his hand
slowly rubbing her leg.  She put it there, he thought.
	"Okay.  He's just seeming so juvenile.  He doesn't do
special things for me anymore."
	"I know how that goes, Cindy doesn't either," he
said, his hand having slid to her inner thigh, his
erection growing.  He glanced down, noting it was obvious.  
	"Things like what," she asked, parting her legs some.  
	Mr. Walsh took the cue, pushing in.  "Things with her
mouth."
	"The same with, David," she commented as he pulled
into her long driveway. He stopped in front of her house,
the car hidden from street view.  
	"Maybe we can do those things for them," he
suggested.  "Some time maybe?"
	Donna responded by leaning over and unzipping Mr.
Walsh's pants.  Her hands easily freed his straining
erection and she stated, "It's so much bigger than his."
	"Huh," he said simply, his spine tingling as her
small soft hands traveled the length of his cock.  As he
thick lips descended on his dick he remembered something,
"What about your parents?"
	"Gone for the weekend," she said before licking the
come off the tip of his head.  Minutes lated the little
blonde head was bobbing up and down on his stiff piece of
flesh.  Mr. Walsh mumbled his approval, his head realing
backward as she sucked him like a pro.  The girl was a
human vacuum.  She would occasionally pull away, saliva
still conecting her lips to his throbbing member, and her
hands would rock his dick.  Other times she stop and just
milk his head with her lips and tongue. 
	Responding, he pulled her tight shirt forward, noting
she wasn't wearing a bra.  Running his right hand around
her thin soft frame, he fondled her large breasts.  Donna
groaned, as his thumbs played with her erect nipples. 
Just feeling the weight and texture of her soft young skin
did it for him.  "I'm coming."
	She yanked her face away and her hands wrapped around
his jerking dick.  White goo flew from him in agonizingly
long hard streaks.  He moaned loudly as the come sprayed
up and landed on his steering wheel, and some hit his golf
shirt.  Most ended up pooling around her hand and on his
pants though.  When he was through, she pulled her hand
away, licking it.
	Mr. Walsh looked at Donna approvingly.  Her short
blonde hair was disheveled and her top was up to her
armpits, firm implants sticking out, nipples erect.  She
was on her knees in the BMW.  She grinned wildly at him.
	"Look at this mess," he said.  Yanking off her shirt,
she wiped the steering wheel and dashboard.  Without
thinking he began rubbing her hard tits, his mouth falling
to the nipples.  Donna cooed her approval falling back
onto her side, him on top, suckling.  Finally she pushed
him back suggesting they go inside.
	"Why not out here," he asked, his heart lusting to
lick every portion of her body.
	"We can throw your pants in the wash machine.  Sorry
I don't swallow."
	"It's okay," he said, opening the door and climbing
out.  He noticed how she leapt from the car topless and
ran to the door.  If anyone saw her in that jaunt they got
a treat he thought.

	Brandon glanced around David's room wondering what
was so important he had to come over right after work. 
David came back from the bathroom grinning.  "You're not
going to believe this."
	"What, man."
	David pulled a videotape from under his bed. 
"Remember how Kelly was seeing Reid Thorton?"
	"Yeah about a month ago, why?"
	"Well, what I've got here is compliments of Steve."
	"So, what is it."
	"Check this out," David said, giddily as he pushed
the tape into his VCR, pressing play.  "About a month and
a half ago Kelly and Reid went a frat party and got
blitzed when they got back they Steve came over and they
drank it up.  He never got bombed though.  They did.  Here
it is."
	"Is this going to be people puking?"
	"Much better."
	On the screen, it was obvious someone had placed a
videocamera on a tripod is someone's room.  Brandon
guessed Reid's.  Kelly and Reid were laying on the bed
drinking.  Steve, a hulking blond, joined them.  They
began talking about looks and Kelly mentioned that she
thought her breasts were too small.
	"No way," Steve said.
	"Yes.  They're average," Kelly complained, sticking
her chest out, before downing more beer.
	"I like them just fine," Reid said, his hand
squeezing her chest.  
	Kelly giggled, "No.  I think I need implants like
Donna's."
	"I've seen Donna's before, let me see yours," Steve
suggested.
	Kelly leaned forward and asked them to undo her
dress.  Reid zipped it down and the velvet fell, revealing
her brassiered chest.  "There."
	"They look nice," Steve said, pulling her bra strap
down.  Reid did the same on the other side.  Pulling the
cups down too, Kelly's c cups tits were fully exposed. 
"I'd say they're real nice."
	"Think so," Kelly asked, as the two men fondled her
chest.
	"No shit," Brandon said, tugging at his stiffening
pants.  "I can't believe you've got video of Kelly
topless."
	"It gets better," David said with glee.
	Reid began to suckle her chest and Steve concerned
himself with just rubbing her breast. Kelly leaned back on
the bed, moaning how good it felt.  "Keep sucking my
titties."
	Steve tongued the breast in his hand and Kelly moaned
more, running her hand over his head.  Reid sat up and
began to pull her dress down.  "Kelly lift you ass up,
baby."
	She did as he said, inquiring, "Are you taking my
clothes off?"
	"Yes we are," Steve said.
	"But you're in the room, Steve."
	"That's okay, Kelly," he said as he pushed her
panties down.  "I'm going to make love to you too."
	"You are," she said, as Reid finished hauling her
underpants off her legs.  Her blonde bush was in plain
view of the camera. 
	"I'm going first though, baby," Reid told her as he
opened his pants, releasing his dick.  Steve climbed off
the bed and disappeared.  The camera suddenly zoomed in as
Reid began to fuck Kelly, his dick pistoning in and out of
her pussy.  After awhile Steve apeared in the shot, naked. 
His big erection stuck out in front of him and he asked
Reid to move aside.  Taking his turn with her, Kelly
became more vocal, yelling out, "Oh yes, Steve fuck me
with your big hard-on.  Oh, that dick feels good baby. 
Keep going-harder-harder."
	Brandon watched amazed.  His hard-on was
unbelievable.  On the screen, Reid resumed fucking her and
Steve, straddled her head, asking for a blow job.  She
refused at first but further pressuring led to Kelly
tilting her head and sucking his dick.  
	Brandon glanced at David who was fiddling with his
pants.  His friend pulled out his erect pecker,  rubbing
it absentmindedly as he watched the show unfold.  The two
guys on screen changed positions.  David reached under his
bed and withdrew hand lotion.  Squirting some on his hand
he remarked, "I love this part."
	On the screen, Kelly was grinding her pelvis forward,
legs splayed, as her boyfriend rubbed his dick on her
face.  Steve was busy driving his dick into her sopped
snatch.  He yanked it out suddenly and she complained,
"Keep going.  I want that huge dick in me."
	"No way, Kelly," Steve said, rubbing himself.  He
grunted and his dick began to discharge copious amounts of
goo.  The blasts landed on her pubes and stomach and
chest.  Wrapping her hands around his dick, Kelly worked
him off by hand.
	"Come all over me.  Keep going.  Oh, yes.  Yes."
	Her boyfriend, Reid, wanking himself beside her
suddenly yelled out.  His smaller dick splashed jism
across her chest.  Still working himself, he turned to her
face, letting his sperm fall across Kelly's face and open
mouth.
	Taking a cue from David, Brandon produced his rod. 
Spitting in his hand he began jacking off too.  His friend
seeing the production of the his dick, leaned over with a
handful of lotion and slapped his fist around Brandon's
dick.  Brandon was too shocked to say anything, but the
increased rigidity in his member told him it was okay. 
David continued working himself while also jerking off
Brandon's longer, thin cock.  
	On the screen, Steve had begun to suck Kelly's cunt,
while her boyfriend, rubbed his own juice into her
breasts.  Kelly suggested they switch positions.  Which
they did.  Twisting over, she took more of Steve's dick
into her mouth, while her boyfriend, began fingerbanging
her from the side,  
	Steve muttered, "Oh yeah, that's right suck my dick."
	Suddenly David slid to the floor and wrapped his
mouth around Brandon's erection.  He couldn't believe what
was happening on the TV or in the room.  The blow job felt
sensational, even though he was bewildered as to how or
why he ended up in such a predicament.  David somehow
found a way to cram all of Brandon's thin eight inch rod
into his mouth.  Brandon's previous girlfriends had
trouble with it, but Dave was going at his dick like a
pro.
	On the screen Kelly had turned around and was getting
balled from behind by Steve as she sucked her boyfriend's
third leg.  She stopped though, her body still jiggling as
Steve fucked her,  glancing back she said, "What have you
got in my ass?"
	"My finger," Steve said,  "You know you want it
there."
	"I do," she said, returning to suck her boyfriend,
who played with her rocking breasts.
	Brandon reached down, slowing the blow.  He could
feel the tightness building in his gut and he didn't want
it to end so fast.  David took the cue, pulling away and
licking up and down his shaft.    He began licking his
balls even and pushed at Brandon's chest, telling him to
lean back.  Yanking off his friends jeans, David went back
to sucking his dick, while a free hand rubbed under
Brandon's balls.  
	On the screen, Steve pulled away from Kelly and
sprawled back on the bed.  "Get on my dick, Kelly.  There
we go, Kel."
	She turned around and settled onto him, his thick
meat disappearing into her stretched pussy.  Reid closed
in behind her, standing over the slowly fucking couple. 
Dropping down he rubbed his rod up her ass cheeks.
	Brandon realized what might be happening and he felt
himself getting even tighter.  His balls were clutching
his body as the blow sped up.  
	Reid slowly pushed himself into her and Kelly glanced
back.  "What are you doing?"
	"Filling both holes, baby."
	"It burns," she complained as her boyfriend pushed in
more.
	"I know, baby," he said, grunting as he pushed in
more.  "Oh shit, you're so tight here.  I've wanted to
fuck you like this since I met you."
	"Oh, it burns.  Oh, god it hurts.  Please.  Please. 
Oh fuck me.  Yes, yes, yes, shove it in there."
	"Ughhhh, so tight," Reid groaned.
	Kelly began to buck on the two dicks and Brandon felt
himself beginning to come.  He couldn't believe he was
seeing Kelly getting fucked in both holes at once.  He
couldn't believe his best friend was sucking him off. 
"I'm coming," he moaned, clamping his hands down on
David's head and pumping with his pelvis. 
	David didn't struggle but instead swallowed the load,
just as Reid exclaimed he too was going.  Brandon emptied
himself in David's mouth and Reid in Kelly's ass.  David
pulled away, wiping at his mouth.  Steve on screen, told
Kelly to lean back and he took his turn doing her anus,
but with him on top.